Your nights were spent brewing cocktails, pouring chasers, and putting little olives on toothpicks into martinis. You were a bartender at the most popular bar in town (The Rusty Lantern) and almost every moment of your after hour life was spent smelling a concoction of boozes. The bar life had its excitements, that was for sure, but tonight was slower than most and your boredom was off the charts.

"Bartender!"

You heard somebody call for you from the other side of the bar, so you promptly left the patron you just served and made your way over to the man you hadn't spoke to yet. He looked full of himself, that much you could tell, but wether it was from that wolfish smile or the way he was eyeing you up you couldn't tell.